“Say it,” he hissed.
“I— “ For crying out loud, the man wasn’t even touching her!
“I’m a witch, Matthew.” she reminded him.
“And? Right now do you think that’s going to stop me from ripping your clothes off, Ava?”
She gasped as her heart thundered against her chest. An image of him ripping her clothes off of her flashed through her mind and it set her insides ablaze.
“You hate witches,” she whispered slowly, trying to find a way out.
“Funny how you think my hate can stop me from fxcking one.” His voice was deep, filled with strong desire. “You don’t even understand it, do you?”
“U— understand what?”
“The things that you do to me. The things that I want to do to you.”
She bit her lower lip. This is wrong, she thought. Everything about this is wrong. If she was smart, she would have used her magic and left this place. But she wasn’t smart, was she?
Against her better judgment, she asked, “Then tell me. Tell me the things you want to do to me.”
He moved closer.
She gasped in anticipation, as he allowed his erection to cushion against her lower back. His hard length sending her body into a sharp spasm of need.
She shuddered, her knees turning weak.
“First,” he growled. “I will kiss you so hard, you won't even know whose air you are breathing.”
Dammit! Her breath hitch. She shivered, thrill pulsated inside her pxssy. Overwhelmed with her senses, she closed her eyes. The heady sensation that erupted from his words made her stomach twist and her pxssy wet.
She gulped.
“T—then?”
“Then, my mouth will do naughty, naughty things to you. Things that will make you crawl and beg. Things that will leave you sore for days…”
“That— “
“Shh…” Matthew silenced her mouth with his thumb. He slowly tilted her head back, making her lean against his chest. Then he used his thumb to part her lips as his other hand held her waist. “Patience love…”
She tried to gulp away the desire that was clouding her mind. She knew she was about to melt into a puddle of lust. Just a little more and she would be begging him to touch her body, to pin her to this car and take her from behind.
She was losing control, she was losing grip of the reality.
Her breathing turned shallow when his hand slipped inside her sweater, stroking the bare skin underneath her breasts.
“You got me fucked up, Ava.” Matthew said in a low growl. “I wish I could just take you and throw you in my bed. Strip your body like a goddamn present. Fxck your pxssy until your legs are left shaking, until your neighbors know my name.”
She opened her mouth, subconciously giving his thumb access into her mouth. A moan escaped her throat.
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Is love worth the chaos it bring?